And I've brought my own man,
To mark down all he can,
But I can't find a mark for my Anthony!
The partridges,—where can they lie?
I have promis'd a leash to Miss Jervas,
As the least I could do;
But without even two
To brace me,—I'm getting quite nervous!
To the pheasants—how well they're preserv'd!—
My sport's not a jot more beholden,